‘Hands On Me’

Hands On Me
 
You† speak to me
I write all that You† send
sometimes I feel broken
then realize
it's You† passing on emotion
 
Lord†, I tried to engage
into all this societal rage
but all it does‒
push me further in a cage
 
then You† say
I'm in no cage
I'm protected
by Your† holy sage
 
I read all that they say
I want to join in
keep them from sinking
but You† say let them be
it is not for me to keep
 
so I watch their hate
I see all the saturate
I notice the intended bait
then I watch the take
 
it all leads me to praying
wanting to beg of You†:
'destroy my enemies'
 
then I think of these
so-called enemies
 
they aren't really
they are just lost
and insecure
making me want to pray:
 
'shake them all up
make them see'
 
‒You† aren't some pope
on a hill
surrounded by wealth
You† aren't some politician
pretending to stand for justice
You† aren't some preacher yelling
'I stand for Christ†'
You† aren't some celebrity
thinking they have a say
 
no...You† are all of them
putting before each
forcing decisions in preach
testing hearts
byway of chaos
 
no, I'm not in any cage
I stand outside of the rage
watching each God† move
make its wave
for on this head
Your† hand is laid
‒in Your† words
my every move is bathed
 
so here I'll wait
in solemn wonder‒
pray
for Your† anger to go away
when all the hearts
have been weighed
and Jesus† has His† say
 
thank you my heavenly Father†
for showing me the way
thank You† for holding me
in Your† gentle warmth‒
giving me a place to lay
and words to say
 
Your† glory is brighter
every day
please don't destroy
these so-called enemies
instead give them a shake
so they too
can see Your† way
‒a forcing of hands
only You†, my gracious Lord†
have the power to lay

Note: The photograph was taken September 27, 2019: Love from Heaven. I titled it this because I needed some love after the visions that I had been given and I put out for all to read. I was, at this time, really having a hard time with what I was being told about the things that were appearing in the frames, but I put them up anyway and waited. In this set, He, that would be God, was answering me byway of the Orbs and symbols. The double white and pink Orbs were telling me about this promise He has made to me and the Orbs on my mouth, telling me I was speaking truth, and the Orbs on my neck and the symbols that eventually began appearing there was telling me about problems with the neck: throat, breath, that was coming….i.e. the virus and the urgency for me to quit smoking. It all makes perfect sense to me. To see society beat itself up as the Lord said they would is heartbreaking!

(August 14)—It was put in my heart to write first, then when I finished, ‘Open the book.’ Job 30:1-15 – Job 31: 5-8, included below. The Lord showing me that instead of destroying those who hurt me, my enemies, He will humble them. All those lost to gossip, criticism; all those who deleted me out of their life for being who I am, a good person who speaks the truth; all those who ignore me when they should love me; all those who used me and manipulated my life to better their own, God will humble. He’s going to force them to see their wrong and admit their wrong. I’d rather that then have them killed as His servants did in Biblical times. I’m not the warrior type in that sense of the word. I’m all for second and third and forth and on and on chances. I forgive easily.

I do admit that in the past 7 years, I grew a bit resentful because I have given of myself all my life and then to have it all turned around to mean something ugly, I resented it. But the Lord showed me that it was never me. It was always those who had secrets to hide that betrayed my trust and my respect. I have to forgive them because that is what God is asking of me. I have to grant mercy to them. This is rather hard especially to the sweet man whom I had to be really harsh with in the past few years; as well as my children. I cried and cried hard and the Lord asked me if I’d rather dish out hard love and be expelled or allow their souls to go to the pit. It wasn’t a choice for me. I would never take that choice. I’d rather be expelled.

The lesson to you is the lesson to me: The hard road is the sure road to take. It hurts. It does. It’s also very lonely, but it is worth it. I’m not at the end of this road, but I know it will be worth it. Every road the Lord has had me travel ended with me being safe and comfortable, even though the road itself wasn’t. He took care of me because I trusted Him. This road is different but the same. I have to trust. So do you.

I present here the following Scriptures only. I wrote about them in A Swayer’s Cup, which I wrote last year. The Lord is showing me that He has heard me. How? Because I wrote then I was directed to the Scripture, the Scripture is by Job and he is talking about how God humbles a person! David and the whole spiritual world is awesomely amazing!

Robbed of Dignity—But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs. Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them? Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night. In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom tree. They were banished from their fellow men, shouted at as if they were thieves. They were forced to live in the dry stream beds, among the rocks in holes in the ground. They brayed among the bushes and huddled in the undergrowth. A base and nameless brood, they were driven out of the land. And now their sons mock me in song; I have become a byword among them. They detest me and keep their distance; they do not hesitate to spit in my face. Now that God has unstrung my bow and afflicted me, they throw off restraint in my presence. On my right the tribe attacks; they lay snares for my feet, they build their siege ramps against me. They break up my road; they succeed in destroying me—without anyone’s helping them. They advance as through a gaping breach; amid the ruins they come rolling in. Terrors overwhelm me; my dignity is driven away as by the wind, my safety vanishes like a cloud.—Job 30:1-15/4049 (Job is Speaking.)

Robbed of Health—And now my life ebbs away; days of suffering grip me. Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never rest. In His great power God becomes like clothing to me; He binds me like the neck of my garment. He throws me into the mud, and I am reduced to dust and ashes.—Job 30:16-19 (Job is Speaking.)

No Response to Grief—‘I cry out to You, O God, but You do not answer; I stand up, but You merely look at me. You turn on me ruthlessly; with the might of Your hand You attack me. You snatch me up and drive me before the wind; You toss me about in the storm. I know You will bring me down to death, to the place appointed for all the living. Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man when he cries for help in his distress. Have I not wept for those in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor? Yet when I hoped for good, evil came; when I looked for light, then came darkness.’—Job 30:20-26/4051 (Job is Speaking.)

Horror of Pain—The churning inside of me never stops; days of suffering confront me. I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of owls. My skin grows black and peels; my body burns with fever. My harp is turned to mourning, and my flute to the sound of wailing.—Job 30:27-31 (Job is Speaking.)

Eyes Closed to Lust—’I made a covenant with my eyes not to look lustfully at a girl. For what is man’s lot from God above, his heritage from the Almightily on high? Is it not ruin for the wicked, disaster for those who do wrong? Does He not see my ways and count my every step?—Job 31:1-4 (Job is Speaking.)

Deceit Disdained—If I have walked in falsehood or my foot has hurried after deceit—let God weigh me in honest scales and He will know that I am blameless—if my steps have turned from the path, if my heart has been led by my eyes, or if my hands have been defiled, then may others eat what I have sown, and may my crops be uprooted.—Job 31:5-8/4054 (Job is Speaking.)